La la la...
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Where are you going tonight?
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Where do you dance when you turn off the light?
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And your eyes as they roll in your head
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Spin you around as you lie on the bed
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But I'm not keeping time
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Upon the creeping vine, vine
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He was the one made you fall
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But he couldn't help you at all, not at all
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So he packed up and jumped from the wall
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Pushing his luck past the ghosts in the hall
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Still I'm not keeping time
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Upon the creeping vine, vine
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Oh, Sarah
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You've done it all to yourself
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With your bottle of gin on the shelf
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And your love letters sent to yourself
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Oh, Sarah
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You used to say you were lucky
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Now your luck's running off down the stairs
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To the arms of another
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At the back of her mind there's a photograph
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Of a child all alone in the dark
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She can tell by the bell ringing back at her
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She's lost
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Where are you going tonight?
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Dressed like a ragdoll with holes in your tights
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And your eyes as they roll in your head
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Spin you around as you fall out the bed
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But I'm not keeping time
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Upon the creeping vine, vine
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Oh, Sarah
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You've done it all to yourself
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With your bottle of gin on the shelf
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And your love letters sent to yourself
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Oh, Sarah
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You used to say you were lucky
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Now your luck's running off down the stairs
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And you realize nobody cares
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Take the bottle of gin from the shelf
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And pour me another
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La la la...
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Sarah
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Travis |